From Trash to Villain Master of Card: With Harem of Evil women-Chapter 60: Day 4 - The Heart of the Kingdom
Main Plaza — Dawn of the Fourth Day
The final day of the contest dawned with a light mist.
As if the kingdom itself was holding its breath.
There was no combat arena. No oratory stage. No war table.
Just a simple podium where Aria stood with four sealed envelopes.
The crowd was smaller today—many had work they could no longer postpone. But those present showed genuine curiosity about this very different trial.
The four queens stood before the podium, waiting.
Naporia restless. Lilith serene. Adelheid tense. Valeria motionless.
Kaito was with the judges, but this time the panel was different: five common citizens, not strategists or nobles. A farmer, a merchant, a blacksmith, a teacher, a healer.
People who understood the real needs of the people.
Aria spoke with a clear voice.
"The final trial is about connection. About understanding that being Queen isn’t just commanding or speaking or planning."
She raised the envelopes.
"It’s about serving. Directly. Personally. With your own hands."
She walked to Naporia first.
"Commander Naporia. Your project."
She handed over the envelope.
Naporia opened it with fingers that tried not to tremble visibly.
She read.
Her expression changed. Something vulnerable crossed her face.
"Rolf’s family home."
Aria nodded.
"Rebuild it. Make it habitable again. Without help from soldiers. Just you and what the family can offer you."
Naporia swallowed.
Rolf. The soldier who had died defending Adelheid during the battle against Eldric.
One of the thirty-five.
She tucked the envelope away without saying anything.
Aria moved to Lilith.
"Grand Councilor Lilith. Your project."
Lilith took the envelope with grace.
She read it with a thoughtful expression.
"Commercial dispute. Between Hermann the baker and Wilhelm the carpenter."
"Resolve it. Fairly. Without using your memory or manipulation powers."
Lilith smiled slightly.
"Interesting challenge."
"Do you accept?"
"Of course."
Adelheid was next.
Aria handed her the envelope with an expression that might have been sympathy.
"Supreme Commander Adelheid. Your project."
Adelheid read.
She frowned.
"Food distribution in the East Quarter. Organize fair delivery to two hundred needy families."
"Without military structure. As a civilian helping civilians."
Adelheid looked at Aria.
"I’m not a civilian."
"Today you are."
Adelheid gripped the envelope but nodded.
Finally, Valeria.
Aria gave her the last envelope.
Valeria opened it and read without expression.
"Lesser River Bridge. Collapsed two weeks ago. Farmers from the west can’t bring their harvest to market."
"Rebuild it. Functionally. Today."
Valeria nodded once.
"Feasible."
Aria addressed the four.
"You have from now until nightfall. The judges will visit each project. The evaluation won’t be just for technical completion."
She paused significantly.
"It will be for human impact."
The four looked at each other briefly.
Then they dispersed toward their projects.
---
Naporia’s Project: Rolf’s Family Home
The house was on the outskirts of Aschenfall.
Small. Wooden. With a partially collapsed roof and a cracked wall.
Naporia arrived with a bag of tools she had borrowed—hammer, nails, saw, rope—with no real idea how to use most of them.
Rolf’s widow—a thirty-year-old woman named Hanna—was in the small garden with her three children. Twin seven-year-old girls and a ten-year-old boy named Erik.
Hanna stood when she saw Naporia approaching.
"Commander."
Her voice was respectful but cautious.
Naporia set down the tools.
"I came to... fix the house."
Hanna blinked.
"You?"
"Yes."
"Alone?"
"Yes."
Hanna looked at the tools, then at Naporia.
"Do you know how...?"
"No."
Awkward silence.
Erik approached with the unfiltered curiosity of a ten-year-old.
"So how are you going to fix it?"
Naporia looked at him.
"I’ll learn. I suppose."
She picked up the hammer.
Held it like a sword.
Erik laughed.
"Not like that. Like this."
He took the hammer and held it correctly.
Naporia watched.
Then imitated the grip.
"Better?"
"Better."
Naporia tried to hammer a nail into a wooden board.
Failed. The nail flew out.
The twins laughed.
Naporia felt heat in her cheeks—something rare for her.
"This is harder than it looks."
Erik sat beside her.
"My dad was teaching me before... before he left."
Naporia stopped.
"Your dad taught you carpentry?"
"Yeah. He said every man should know how to build things. And that women could too if they wanted."
He looked at Naporia.
"Do you want me to teach you?"
Naporia—who had conquered cities, who had massacred armies, who had never asked for help in combat—hesitated.
Then nodded.
"Yes. Please."
---
Three Hours Later
Naporia was sweating.
Not from combat. From real manual labor.
Her hands—accustomed to gripping a sword—now had blisters from hammering.
But the roof was repaired. The cracked wall reinforced. The door that had been crooked now opened correctly.
Erik worked beside her, showing her each step.
The twins brought water and tools.
Hanna watched from the doorway with a complex expression.
During the work, they talked.
Erik told stories about Rolf.
"Dad talked about you. Said you were the strongest warrior he’d ever seen."
Naporia set down the hammer.
"Not strong enough to save him."
Hanna approached.
"He died protecting Commander Adelheid. He died with purpose."
Naporia looked at her.
"He died because I didn’t arrive in time. Because I was fighting somewhere else."
Hanna sat beside her.
"He chose to be there. He chose to stay when others fled."
She touched Naporia’s shoulder with unexpected gentleness.
"Don’t carry that guilt. He wouldn’t want that."
Naporia felt something tighten in her throat.
She wasn’t used to this.
To feeling... vulnerable.
Erik asked.
"Do you miss Dad?"
Naporia nodded.
"I miss everyone we lost. Every single one."
She paused.
"And I feel like I didn’t know them enough. As people. Only as soldiers."
They worked in silence for several more minutes.
Finally, the house was finished.
Not perfect. But solid. Habitable.
Erik inspected the work with the seriousness of a small adult.
"Dad would be proud."
Naporia wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Because you did something good. Not just something strong."
The twins ran inside the house, laughing and exploring.
Hanna hugged Naporia.
Naporia froze—she wasn’t used to hugs.
But slowly, awkwardly, she returned it.
"Thank you," Hanna whispered. "For remembering my husband. And for this."
Naporia didn’t trust her voice to respond.
She just nodded.
---
Lilith’s Project: Commercial Dispute
Lilith found Hermann the baker and Wilhelm the carpenter in the market square.
Shouting at each other.
Hermann was a large man, hands covered in perpetual flour.
Wilhelm was thin, with fingers stained by varnish.
"You owe me thirty silver coins!" Hermann shouted.
"I lost the merchandise in the war! I can’t pay!" Wilhelm responded.
"That’s not my problem!"
"It’s not my problem that your daughter is sick either!"
That was a low blow. Hermann lunged forward.
Lilith intervened with a fluid movement, placing herself between them.
"Gentlemen. Calm down."
Both recognized her.
"Grand Councilor," they said simultaneously.
"Explain to me. From the beginning. Calmly."
Hermann took a deep breath.
"Wilhelm asked me for a loan of thirty coins six months ago. To buy special wood. He promised to repay me in three months."
Wilhelm nodded.
"Yes. But then the war came. My workshop was damaged. I lost the wood in the attack."
"And the money?"
"I don’t have it anymore. I used it to repair the workshop and feed my family."
Hermann interrupted.
"And I need that money. My daughter is sick. Medical treatments are expensive."
Lilith studied them both.
She could use her power here. Make one forget the debt. Manipulate emotions to resolve it quickly.
But that wasn’t the trial.
"Give me a moment."
She sat on a nearby bench.
Closed her eyes and thought.
Two good men. Both with valid reasons. Both victims of circumstance.
She opened her eyes.
"Hermann. How much money do you need exactly? For the treatments."
"Fifteen coins. Immediately."
"Wilhelm. Do you have skills Hermann could use?"
Wilhelm blinked.
"I’m a carpenter. Why...?"
Lilith smiled.
"Hermann, your bakery. Didn’t it need repairs?"
Hermann hesitated.
"...Yes. The ovens have problems. And the shelves are old."
Lilith stood.
"Proposal. Wilhelm works for Hermann for two months. Repairs everything that needs repairing."
She looked at Wilhelm.
"That counts as partial payment of the debt. Let’s say... fifteen coins’ worth."
Then to Hermann.
"And the other fifteen coins, Wilhelm will pay in small installments over the next year. Five coins every four months."
She looked at both.
"Hermann gets repairs he needs, plus work that can help him with his problems. Wilhelm pays his debt with dignity, using his skills, without feeling crushed by something he couldn’t control."
Both processed the proposal.
Hermann spoke first.
"And if Wilhelm doesn’t pay the installments?"
"I personally guarantee that he will. If he fails, I’ll pay the difference."
Wilhelm was surprised.
"You would do that?"
"Yes. Because I believe you’ll honor the agreement."
Wilhelm looked at Hermann.
"I accept. If you accept."
Hermann considered.
Then extended his hand.
"Deal."
They shook hands.
Lilith smiled.
"Good. Call me if there are problems."
She began to walk away.
Hermann stopped her.
"Grand Councilor. Why did you do this? Why does our small dispute matter to you?"
Lilith turned.
"Because a kingdom isn’t strong because of its armies or castles. It’s strong because of its people."
"And if people can’t trust in fair justice... then there is no kingdom. Only an empty structure."
She walked away.
Leaving two men who had entered as enemies and left, if not yet friends, at least allies.
---
Adelheid’s Project: Food Distribution
The East Quarter was Aschenfall’s poor district.
Tight small houses. Narrow streets. People who worked hard but earned little.
Adelheid arrived with a cart full of food—bread, vegetables, some dried meat.
Two hundred families needed to be fed.
Her immediate instinct was to organize militarily.
"Form a line!" she shouted with her command voice.
People looked at her.
Some obeyed by reflex.
Others didn’t.
"Alphabetical order by last name! Quick and efficient!"
But the families didn’t have patience for that.
They were hungry. They had crying children. They had elderly who couldn’t stand for long.
The line collapsed into chaos.
People pushing. Voices rising.
Adelheid tried to restore order.
"Stop! This is no way to...!"
But they weren’t listening to her.
They weren’t soldiers. They didn’t respond to orders.
A fight nearly broke out when two men reached for the same loaf of bread simultaneously.
Adelheid stopped.
Looked at the scene.
It’s not working.
Because I’m not commanding soldiers.
I’m... helping people.
She took a deep breath.
Stepped down from the platform where she’d been directing.
Sat on the ground.
At everyone else’s level.
"Wait," she said in a softer voice.
The chaos calmed slightly.
"This isn’t working. And it’s my fault."
She looked around.
"What do you need? Tell me how I can really help?"
An elderly woman spoke.
"Those with babies should go first. Babies can’t wait."
Adelheid nodded.
"Agreed. Who has babies or small children?"
Several hands went up.
"Come. I’ll give you extra to ensure the children eat."
It worked.
Then a man suggested.
"The elderly can’t stand for long. Maybe someone can take food to them."
Adelheid nodded.
"Volunteers to take food to elderly who can’t come."
Several people offered.
The distribution became a community effort.
Not military. Not perfectly ordered.
But functional. And human.
Adelheid facilitated. Didn’t command.
Listened. Didn’t order.
By the end of the day, everyone had eaten.
And something else had happened.
The community had come together.
Not by orders.
By voluntary cooperation.
Adelheid stayed sitting on the ground as people dispersed.
A lesson in humility learned.
---
Valeria’s Project: Lesser River Bridge
Valeria arrived at the collapsed bridge at dawn.
She assessed the damage with eyes that processed structures like equations.
Rotten wood. Broken supports. Needed complete reconstruction.
She didn’t speak to the farmers watching hopefully.
Just began working.
With absolute mechanical efficiency.
Cut new wood. Measured exactly. Built supports with mathematical precision.
She wasted no movement. Didn’t rest unnecessarily.
In six hours, the bridge was complete.
Technically perfect. Structurally sound. Capable of supporting heavy loads.
The farmers tested the bridge.
It worked perfectly.
"Thank you, Commander," they said.
Valeria nodded.
"Function fulfilled."
And she left.
There was no conversation. No connection.
Just efficiency.
---
Final Evaluation — Nightfall
The judges visited each project.
Kaito accompanied them, observing in silence.
Rolf’s House: Finished. Functional. But more than that—the family smiling. Erik proudly showing what he had helped build. The twins playing with Naporia, who tried to look annoyed but clearly wasn’t.
Commercial Dispute: Resolved. Hermann and Wilhelm working together that very afternoon, planning the repairs. Talking like old friends restored.
Food Distribution: Completed. But more than that—the community talking about how to organize future distributions themselves. Empowered. United.
Bridge: Perfect. But the farmers grateful formally, not personally. Technical respect, not emotional connection.
The judges deliberated briefly.
Then they voted.
Not for the technically superior project.
For human impact.
---
Main Plaza — Final Ceremony
The crowd had gathered again.
The four queens stood before the podium.
Kaito announced the results.
"The judges have voted. And so has the people."
He revealed the board:
Valeria: 15% (Technical respect, but no personal connection)
Adelheid: 25% (Learned humility, empowered community)
Lilith: 28% (Wise justice, problem resolved with dignity)
Naporia: 32% (Unexpected emotional connection, genuine vulnerability)
The crowd murmured.
Kaito continued.
"Final Contest Score:
Naporia: 2 (Combat, Connection with the People)
Lilith: 1 (Oratory)
Adelheid: 1 (Strategy)
Valeria: 0"
He paused.
"Therefore, Naporia is named Official Queen of Neudämmerung."
The crowd exploded into cheers.
Naporia was frozen.
"I... I won with feelings?"
Kaito approached, smiling.
"You won by being human. That’s what makes a queen."
Naporia ascended the podium.
The crown was simple—a silver circlet with a blue gem.
Kaito placed it on her head.
The crowd cheered.
Naporia took the microphone.
Her voice came out trembling at first.
"I... I’m not good with words."
She looked at the other three queens.
"But I learned something these days. I can’t be the only queen. Not when all of you tried so hard."
"Adelheid with her brilliant strategy. Lilith with her wisdom. Valeria with her... perfect function." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Gorman coughed from the side.
"Commander Naporia, it’s just for the Council..."
Naporia ignored him.
"You all deserved this. I just..."
She stopped.
Kaito stepped onto the podium.
He touched her shoulder.
"Your speech is right. They are all queens."
He looked at the crowd.
"But one must officially represent us. And the people chose."
He gently patted Naporia’s head.
"And they chose well."
Naporia blushed completely.
"Commander..."
Kaito smiled.
"Don’t disappoint me at the Council."
Naporia straightened.
"I never have."
Adelheid and Lilith applauded from below.
Reluctantly, but genuinely.
Valeria nodded once.
The ceremony ended.
But everyone knew.
The real challenge was just beginning.
